Orrin got to act like King for the day (and yes, we all survived)

As I have mentioned before, Orrin's work schedule can be likened unto my vacuum: it sucks. Because of this, he had to work Father's Day.  When I first saw this, I might have gotten a little excited thinking that I get out of babying him all day.

Yeah.  I'm that kind of a person.

Then the guilt set in, and I decided that we could celebrate Orrin and all his Daddy-ness on the Saturday before.

The kiddos woke up early to decorate while Orrin snoozed away.

It was serious business.

They also filled out these papers all about Orrin.  I had to keep reassuring the girls that it was ok if they got some of the questions wrong.  They aren't being graded on them.

Wyatt just ate a little and watched everyone else work.

When breakfast was ready,

and his "why we love you" last-minute gumball tree-thingy gift was complete,

We trooped into Dad's sleeping chambers to awaken him so we could shower our love and gratitude onto him.

But he was already awake and in the shower.

Plan ruin-ner!

So we waited until he declared himself ready, and we stomped back into the room (with a little less enthusiasm this time).

Why is Orrin wearing a button shirt?  Well, he thought that he would be tricky and wear just his garment top out so I couldn't post any pictures I felt like taking.

So I covered it up with digital stickers.  You can't win me at this game.

The kiddos gave him their papers all about him. Well, and Wyatt's handprints.

 When he had licked his platter clean, Orrin shooed the kids out of the room to let Mama take a nap.  Yes, I know that it was Father's Day, but we had stayed up really late the night before watching a movie and Wyatt decided the 4:40 was a excellent time to wake up that morning.

Plus, he got to play all of the Warcraft he wanted until I woke up.  Win, win.

After I made him us a delicious lunch of hot sandwiches, OP wanted to go to Lowes with all of us.

We've been doing a lot of comparison shopping on the carpet pricing, paint, doors, toilets, outlet covers, lighting... sigh.  This is one of the few shopping trips that I did not enjoy.

Orrin did, though.

We passed a QT on the way home.  It beckoned us to stop.  We, of course, obeyed.

That night the older kiddos preformed a special dance number for their Dad.

After getting all dressed up.

We tried to get Wyatt to rock out too, but he didn't really feel like it.

After the show came dinner. The girlies made programs/menus for everyone.

And we feasted on steak fajitas with homemade pinto beans (Orrin's choice).

Obviously we had to have a little IBC to celebrate Dad.

Orrin entertained us all with musical root beer bottles.

We also played a game where I would ask the kiddos something about their Dad.  They each got a turn to guess and then Orrin would tell them the correct answer.  Such as: What is Dad's favorite movie? (Last of the Mohicans).  Here's Orrin trying to whisper and answer to Porter, with Pipes listening in.

We ended the night with a little AFV and banana cream pie.

Happy Father's Day, Merrill.  Hope you thought this day was as fantastic as you are.

Also, remember how much work I put into it on Mother's Day next year.  Feel the guilt.